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The Barduck

A duck walked into a bar –

a Barduck!

That makes no sense,

or little, or some…

or, to my mind, lots!

What’s clarity to one

is obscurity to another…

one.

Hence, I can say –

with no fear of prosecution (or persecution) –

that a duck walking into a bar

becomes a Barduck.

It’s now a thing.